Bouchercon / (Me)con: Photos of me at Bouchercon 2016 in New Orleans
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| My excellent panel called "Hank to Hendrix. Beyond Hammett and Chandler: Lesser Known Writers of the Pulp and Paperback Original Eras." From left: me, Martin Edwards, Gary Phillips, Eric Beetner, Rick Ollerman. Thanks, guys. |
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| In the French Quarter |
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| Me and the Man on Canal Street |
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| With Nanci Kalanta over breakfast at the Ruby Slipper Cafe, Magazine Street, New Orleans |
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| Lobby bar at the New Orleans Marriott, where the staff and service were superb, and the elevators had minds of their own. |
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| Breakfast at the Ruby Slipper. Counterclockwise from left: Daniel Palmer, Ali Karim, me, Mike Stotter, J. Kingston Pierce, Joe Finder, Stuart Neville, Steve Cavanaugh |
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| Mike Stotter, Allison Leotta, me, and, in the background, Tom Pitts, at Laura Lippman's house |
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| If you don't know who this is by now, you haven't been paying attention. |
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| Hanging out before I checked in with, from left, Ali Karim, Martin Edwards, Jacques Filippi, Mike Stotter. |
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| With Ali Karim, Mike Stotter, J. Kingston Pierce, and Keith Raffel after our visit to the National World War II Museum in New Orleans |
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| Moderating the "Hank to Hendrix" panel, whose members included Martin Edwards (right) discussing Michael Gilbert |
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| With J. Kingston Pierce, Ali Karim, and Nanci Kalanta at the convention hotel |
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| Doing my photo thing, fifth row, right side, with my leg sticking into the aisle |
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| With J. Kingston "Jeff" Pierce, J.D. Allen. Mike Stotter at the Shamus Awards dinner |
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| Being checked for a pulse at the convention hotel. That's what happens at Bouchercons |
Labels: Bouchercon 2016
posted by Peter Rozovsky at 11:16 PM
12 Comments:
That last picture says it all, Peter.
It does. I go to bed marginally earlier during Bouchercon, but I also wake up six or seven hours earlier, and I do more. So yeah, the result in that photo is typical.
And it has always been thus. Here's part of what I wrote about my first Bouchercon, in Baltimore in 2008:
"The official part of the conference had wrapped up, and the unofficial part seemed ready to follow. Suitcases littered the hotel lobby, and among them flopped bodies of exhausted convention-goers. I don't know about the rest of them, but my body was subsiding comfortably into the floor, and my mind was close behind."
That actually sounds like a great opening for a crime story, Peter.
I've used it that way!
Weird--that was written almost exactly seven years ago. Was there a follow-up chapter?
I included a follow-up in my riposte to the meta-fiction that John McFetridge wrote about his and Declan Burke's road trip to that Bouchercon, which included a stop in Philadelphia for a Noir at the Bar hosted by "Peter Rozovsky."
I incorporated bits of it in a piece I read at a Noir at the Bar this past summer. I'm more less embarrassed by it, though I think I could make another effort to make something of the salvageable bits.
I probably wrote the original eight years ago, rather than seven. I know I reposted at least once on the occasion of a Bouchercon subsequent to 2008's.
Yes, I remember the Burke/McFetridge escapade. I just didn't know if this was connected to it. No reason to be embarrassed, it was entertaining.
Yes, the Bouchercon referred to was 2008, but the post is from 2009. Maybe a repost though.
I know I reposted it at least once. When I get wrapped up in preparations for an approaching Bouchercon, I rend to reposts from previous conventions.
I still have not figured out how to incorporate those anecdotes and scenes into workable fiction. And I've tried a few times, too. I may not have thought hard enough about what appeals to me about them, and therefore about how to go about spinning them into something longer. Maybe I continue each in its current vein, to try to connect it with other real events rather than try to turn reality in fiction.
Not much chance of anonymity with 2,000 of us walking the streets taking pictures of each others and, if one believes James Lee Burke's books, the occasional street seamster waiting to snap up our money. I did not ride a streetcar named Desire, but the St. Charles Line was atmospheric enough for me. A tip on beignets: If you wait a few minutes before eating them, they are a sweet and tasty pastry. But if you eat them fresh, they'll melt in your mouth. It's quite an experience. Oh, and the andouille-encrusted fish at the Palace Cafe is quite good, as are the hot roast beef pi-boys at Mena's Palace. Oh, and the music ...
I love the one of you chillin' with Fritz. Very cool of both of you.
Linda: I was very happy to find Fritz. See the cat. BE the cat.
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